Criticised in these very pages (The Nottingham Evening Post as it was then) on release for eschewing the outlandish edginess of yore, Hey Venus!’s songs’ sunny demeanours appear exalted, and only deaf amoebas on Saturn could argue otherwise.

But it’s when they delve into their diverse box of favourites when SFA excel. Tearing through a beefed up Northern Lights – tonight without the mariachi horns – and venomously slaying the mosh pit with the spectacular histrionics of The Man Don’t Give A F**K, they remain like no other band past or present.